You know it, I hate it, and the Chrysler corporation built it. My wife’s 2004 Pacifica is the pure definition of a fat, underpowered, half thought out design for a car that seemed to be the hallmark of the Mercedes/Chrysler “merger of equals”. We all know how that worked out with the Germans sucking Chrysler virtually dry before leaving its rotting corpse on the side of the road to be “saved” by what might have been the worst assemblage of management talent in the history of the automotive industry. The car does have one thing going for it and that’s the lack of payments we make on it. We actually loathe the idea of a car payment more than this car although after yesterday I am rethinking that.
I spent the day doing struts and other various projects on the car and frankly hated every minute. My few moments of victory came when I was able to use standard sized wrenches on some of the wonky metric bolts holding the struts in. They were beefy jobs so a 13/16th handled the work that a 19 or so millimeter was supposed to do. Remain seated, metric wrench….we got this.
I suppose I should have some feeling of reward driving the car after the job and feeling how much better it rides and cruises. The idea of knowing that Kerri and the kids are all safe and sound going down the road, etc, but I didn’t have that Ozzie and Harriet moment. Instead I parked the thing after the test drive, literally said, “F-You” about half a dozen times to the car while still inside it, and then went to gulp beers. I simply hate working on this thing. From adding air to the tires to doing brakes, suspension work, etc, this porcine van-like weird car thing makes me angry to no end. Am I the weird one here or are there others in this cult?
Do you hate wrenching on your wife’s daily driver? Hell, do you hate wrenching on your own daily driver? I wanna know. Maybe I just need an attitude adjustment. Know what? I’m going outside right now to sit in the car and curse it a few more times. That should make me feel better.
BangShift Question of the Day: Am I The Only One Who Hates Wrenching On His Wife’s Daily Driver?